<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:43:15.758+08:00</updated><category term='sembreak'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='bday xmas'/><category term='band practice song dance thanks'/><category term='night visit blog friend Jesus'/><category term='family values'/><category term='if only love movie'/><category term='God&apos;s love'/><category term='trapped'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='cool off'/><category term='long day ccatt dance bourne'/><category term='change'/><category term='lauren conrad'/><category term='bored'/><category term='hate'/><category term='happy'/><category term='song friend miss feeling apologize heroine'/><category term='someone'/><category term='just keep breathing'/><category term='automatic loveletter'/><category term='the way i do'/><category term='3am cant sleep'/><category term='southpark'/><category term='values'/><category term='past present future'/><category term='video anniversary'/><category term='sweet bitter prelims quote'/><category term='love confusion'/><category term='guy girl become free'/><category term='love for a stranger'/><category term='brody jenner'/><category term='love again??'/><category term='cello&apos;s TVC'/><category term='sadness and despair'/><category term='dance'/><category term='love song'/><category term='the hills'/><title type='text'>.live.laugh.love.</title><subtitle type='html'>...live well...laugh often...love much...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-5847587438219928734</id><published>2009-12-15T18:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:17:34.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Memorable Christmas (Entry for Loving it by Jo-an) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SyducLG5EoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XJWr6IPUgWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3540.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SyducLG5EoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XJWr6IPUgWQ/s400/IMG_3540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415418507233399426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been my Favorite Christmas, so far. Why? Because...&lt;br /&gt;♥ I was able to spend it not only with my Family and boyfriend, but our relatives as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I was able to get two gifts from people! ( since my birthday's on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd of December&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I received LOTS of Gifts!&lt;br /&gt;♥I was able to stay awake just to see the sun shining, greeting me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Lana, Merry Christmas! :D&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Sydrmk5NP8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LwhFwuwuj5A/s1600-h/IMG_3454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Sydrmk5NP8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LwhFwuwuj5A/s400/IMG_3454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415415387419131842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Sydtgn_SGJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/z8nUm19wUos/s1600-h/IMG_3457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Sydtgn_SGJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/z8nUm19wUos/s320/IMG_3457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415417484193962130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Sydtgn_SGJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/z8nUm19wUos/s1600-h/IMG_3457.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Sydtgn_SGJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/z8nUm19wUos/s1600-h/IMG_3457.jpg"&gt;me and my daddy :)  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-5847587438219928734?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5847587438219928734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=5847587438219928734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5847587438219928734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5847587438219928734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-most-memorable-christmas-entry-for.html' title='My Most Memorable Christmas (Entry for Loving it by Jo-an) :)'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SyducLG5EoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XJWr6IPUgWQ/s72-c/IMG_3540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-2912112466666850100</id><published>2009-12-15T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:32:47.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reblog: Most memorable Christmas moment give away</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://janeuarymmiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-xmas-giveaway-sponsored-by-moi.html"&gt;My Xmas Giveaway sponsored by M.O.I. Cosmetics ends December 20 2009&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://janeuarymmiv.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad275/moicosmetics/giveaway-gif-flash.gif" alt="christmas giveaway" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most memorable Christmas moment give away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mechanics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You must be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;followe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://janeuarymmiv.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://janeuarymmiv.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://artistix-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://artistix-blog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You must post this giveaway competition on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You must post up a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; of your most memorable Christmas moment and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why it was so special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Post the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; of your contest entry at the comment section along with your email address (contact info if ever you win).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No age limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; applies as long as you can provide mailing address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Giveaway prizes will only be shipped within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Philippines nationwide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. So even if you're from other country, as long as you can provide Philippine address, you can join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Promo period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;21st October – 20th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (23:59 GMT +08:00)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Winner will be announced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;23rd December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First prize winner will receive an 88 color pro makeup palette, sponsored by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_epv2D8HFduo/SuE8ukTPqUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Xj_SdNov14A/s1600-h/matte-88-palette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_epv2D8HFduo/SuE8ukTPqUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Xj_SdNov14A/s320/matte-88-palette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395660599282608450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atruangel88.multiply.com/"&gt;M.O.I Cosmetics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://atruangel88.multiply.com/"&gt; .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10 runner up winners will receive a consolation prize of P100.00 off any pro makeup palette range available at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://atruangel88.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOI Cosmetics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You may enter up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;two (2) times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for the giveaway competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have fun and be creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward for a lot of entries:) More prizes may be up, depending upon the contest progress:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my 120 eyeshadow palette review. &lt;a href="http://janeuarymmiv.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-120-eyeshadow-palette-yehey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://atruangel88.multiply.com/"&gt;MOI Cosmetics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there's a lot of items on sale going on! Hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_epv2D8HFduo/SuE8uxCjY4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/bhFll3Wh2lM/s1600-h/moi-logo-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_epv2D8HFduo/SuE8uxCjY4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/bhFll3Wh2lM/s320/moi-logo-new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395660602702259074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2912112466666850100?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://janeuarymmiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-xmas-giveaway-sponsored-by-moi.html' title='Reblog: Most memorable Christmas moment give away'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2912112466666850100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=2912112466666850100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2912112466666850100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2912112466666850100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/12/reblog-most-memorable-christmas-moment.html' title='Reblog: Most memorable Christmas moment give away'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_epv2D8HFduo/SuE8ukTPqUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Xj_SdNov14A/s72-c/matte-88-palette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-5889595355174483086</id><published>2009-08-24T16:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:20:13.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauren conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brody jenner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='automatic loveletter'/><title type='text'>Mended Hearts</title><content type='html'>Two people arguing. She thinks she’s right. He thinks he’s right. But they’re both wrong. Two sides, like a reversed magnet, that never connects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish words are said. Never meant to hurt but still did. Slowly falling down. Feeling cold. Feeling numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Stop. Breathe. Let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out. Meet each other halfway. Give out your hand. Compromise. Give love. Peace. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/LANA%20FILES/pictures/the%20hills.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/LANA%20FILES/pictures/the%20hills.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SpJamoY3sSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6PJLHIWdG6Q/s1600-h/the+hills.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SpJamoY3sSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6PJLHIWdG6Q/s400/the+hills.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373456925129683234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-5889595355174483086?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5889595355174483086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=5889595355174483086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5889595355174483086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5889595355174483086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/08/mended-hearts.html' title='Mended Hearts'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SpJamoY3sSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6PJLHIWdG6Q/s72-c/the+hills.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-5654336951702868918</id><published>2009-08-20T12:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:21:52.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Philip or a Mary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;By: Lana Sanchez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;           When it comes to facing problems, how do you deal with it? There are two possible ways of dealing with problems. Do you question God or do you put your trust in Him no matter what? There are two Biblical characters that demonstrate each of these ways. At the end, try to see if you are a Philip or a Mary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;    Philip is an evangelist of the early church. He was one of the disciples who were with Jesus during the feeding of the five thousand. When Jesus asked Philip where they should buy bread for all of the people, Philip panicked and doubted the powers of Jesus. He was worried that their wages would not buy enough bread for each one to have a bite (John 6:5-7). Philip’s reaction was based on the resources that they have. He concluded that they are helpless without even thinking about Jesus and how He can help them. Some people like Philip easily give up when problem arises. They think that they could not handle them and that no one will help them, but God never gives us a problem that we couldn’t handle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;    Mary, on the other hand, is the mother of Jesus. She requested Jesus’ first miracle at the wedding in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cana&lt;/st1:place&gt;. When she saw that the wine was gone, she told Jesus about the problem. Even if Jesus answered that it is not yet His time, Mary still told the servants to do whatever Jesus commands them to do (John 2:1-5). Mary persisted even though Jesus showed His lack of concern and she was still ready to obey whatever Jesus would say. She puts her trust in Jesus no matter what. Some people would share their problems to Jesus because they believe that Jesus is bigger than their problems and that he would help them in His time. God’s will is always the best and we should learn to give up our lives to Him, trust Him no matter what and be ready to obey whatever he commands us to do. That is what a true follower of Jesus should do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;          So when a problem arises in your life…how would you deal with it? Are you a Philip or a Mary?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-5654336951702868918?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5654336951702868918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=5654336951702868918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5654336951702868918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5654336951702868918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-philip-or-mary.html' title='Are You a Philip or a Mary?'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-6684874240830193031</id><published>2009-08-20T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:05:42.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just keep breathing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='automatic loveletter'/><title type='text'>Just keep breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The door slams I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Another illusion I have made of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I cry I swept away every tear that I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I swear this was your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So save me from falling with the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Are you lonely? Do you hold back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Will the road ahead keep you on track?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know you made what real for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I can't help to die just a little bit more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll miss your every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't hold it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll miss your perfect charming selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't say goodbye, say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So here goes my last chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Of an hopeless romantic and I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why you don't, why you wanna show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Your dangerously enemy and it's tragic so pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm in love with you and you just don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So when you lay your head at night do you think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Do you think it's right to leave me here to kick myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to hate myself for all that I felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll miss your every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't hold it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll miss your perfect charming selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't say goodbye, say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I sit here finding a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Surrounded but still lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Your absence here doesn't help, it doesn't help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cause every time I look to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A mild depression comes screaming through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I don't know myself, we don't know ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So make me this promise, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Say it with an object tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Emotion feeling, can't stop spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just keep breathing, say you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll miss your every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't hold it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll miss your perfect charming selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't watch you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;why'd you 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	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I started to be a Christian, I felt like I was adopted into another family. Christians, for me, are people who accepted our Lord Jesus Christ and follow His footsteps. As I got into this new family, I began to feel like a different kind of person. It’s like I suddenly have the whole world as my siblings and God as our Father. Being in this kind of family, like a potter molding clay to form a beautiful creation, we must also be molded with values that can affect us and our new Christian family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Family affection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another on brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.” – Rom 12: 9-10&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As a member of a Christian family, we should let our love be without hypocrisy. Christians should be kindly affectionate to one another. Following God’s footsteps means doing what he’s doing. We must love others the way God loves us. We must be honest in our love and turn back on whatever is wrong or bad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a sad fact that people do more bad things than good nowadays. Examples of such can be seen in the news like killings, kidnappings, rape, accidents, stealing and more. We certainly cannot change a person’s ways or attitude, but we can start with love as our guide and be a model to others. We shouldn’t repay evil for evil for we gain nothing but an evil reputation, but if we repay evil for good, we walk in the sight of the Lord and we prevent bad things from getting worse. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Giving honor to people is also one way of showing affection. Honoring our pastors can boost their confidence and give them the idea that God is supporting them. But giving honor is not just for our pastors but to all the members of our Christian family. Honor is like this price we get for doing our part as a member of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Family attitude&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”- Rom 12: 11-12&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Christians should be fervent in spirit. When we say “fervent”, it simply means eagerness to serve God. We should be active in doing God’s mission for us which is to spread his Good News to all. Some people are just willing to help out people they know or even just people they love, but being the children of God, we must not pick out people to help but be open arms to all the people because God desires for all to be saved (Rom. 10: 12). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Christians should also be able to endure tribulations. No one ever said that accepting the Lord Jesus as our personal Lord, God and Savior means that we will be free from pain, sufferings and trials. Being in this family, we should be strong enough to fight against the evil one. Satan would do everything to put our faith down but we must always put in our mind that with God, nothing is impossible (Lk. 1:37)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Family sharing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.”- &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rom.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; 12:13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, people find it hard to give love to a stranger. Like giving alms to the needy, donating old clothes to the orphanage or simply helping an old lady cross the street. Giving love to a stranger is one of the important values that we should have, as a member of this family (Heb. 13:2). Simple gestures like that to people we don’t know gives them the idea of God’s love. Maybe after we do those gestures, we can say “God loves you”, as a way of sharing God to them. We should not hesitate to share our love to others just as God shared his most precious treasure, which is Jesus Christ, to us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In conclusion, loving one another is not just the second greatest commandment that God gave us, but it is our duty as a Christian (2 Jn. 4-5). Loving others is our way of thanking God for everything that he has done for us. It is the key to uniting the Christians in this world. 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&lt;![endif]--&gt; ♥&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2007421582046944477?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2007421582046944477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=2007421582046944477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2007421582046944477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2007421582046944477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/08/household-of-believers.html' title='Household of Believers'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-3812389848897289641</id><published>2009-07-27T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:00:26.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song friend miss feeling apologize heroine'/><title type='text'>never let you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;So I wrote you a song&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this makes things ok&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s all different now&lt;br /&gt;We have our own separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’ll reminisce all those happy days we had&lt;br /&gt;Coffee shops, deep talks and surprises that made me smile&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wish we’d go back in time&lt;br /&gt;And stay there together even for just a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my friend, I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say it but its true&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lock this feeling deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Thought at night, I lie awake and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I want to apologize&lt;br /&gt;For ever playing and messing with your mind&lt;br /&gt;Though I’d love to keep you mine&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I’m not your heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Though it kills me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just never let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-3812389848897289641?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3812389848897289641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=3812389848897289641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3812389848897289641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3812389848897289641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-let-you-know.html' title='never let you know...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7026573509929947399</id><published>2009-06-08T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:04:11.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hello sunlight, &lt;br /&gt;It’s good to have you back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted the moment I left you out there all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted the moments I didn’t let your beam of light enter my dark life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bliss,&lt;br /&gt;It’s good to feel you again.&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten how you put the smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted losing this feeling, this emotion that makes my world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello joy,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;I felt very unhealthy when you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever leave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello love,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ever want to let you go again.&lt;br /&gt;And people always say that if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours forever. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope to say hello to Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7026573509929947399?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7026573509929947399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7026573509929947399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7026573509929947399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7026573509929947399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-8316587847147519304</id><published>2009-06-05T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:39:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLANASA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been so pissed off lately to people who keep on bugging me with my life. I hate people who think that they know what’s best for you. I mean hello, you may think you know what’s best for me but noo...you don’t have the power to change what I want in my life. After all, it is MY life not yours. Some people tend to interfere in other people’s lives but they don’t even have the single idea that they too need to change their own lives as well. I give exceptions to parents though because they were the ones who made you so they have some say to how you live your life. And I thank God for giving me such understanding parents who respects me with my own decisions in my life. They don’t really bug the hell out of me like this one stupid person. Let’s call her “monster”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monster doesn’t know her limits. She’s very open to her ideas and she blabs about everything. She doesn’t know when to stop or she doesn’t know if she’s hurting other people already. She thinks she’s always right and is always doing or saying the right things but damn, it’s the opposite. She’ll bribe you with things at first but afterward... you have to be her slave and do everything she wants you to do. That’s how worst monster is. She’ll be good to you at first but after everything, she’ll back stab you and say bad things behind your back. But when other people are there, she’ll act nice and innocent. She’s very jealous if you get all the credit and would find ways to turn the tables around and be the innocent hero to the story when the truth is she’s the villain. I hate the fact that monster uses God as a reason to be innocent in everything that she does. She thinks that if she mentions God’s name, she would be the “good servant”. C’mon! Wake up! You of all people should know that you cannot use the Lord’s name in vain. I couldn’t stand all her complaints and grumbles about everything and everyone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS AND STAY THE HELL OUTTA MY LIFE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8316587847147519304?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8316587847147519304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=8316587847147519304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8316587847147519304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8316587847147519304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/06/monsters-in-life.html' title='Monsters in Life'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-861254528035242962</id><published>2009-02-22T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:10:08.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you just hate liars?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the world is full of lies and liars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;people tell you something but mean it another way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;people makes promises but breaks it along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you just hate liars?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-861254528035242962?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/861254528035242962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=861254528035242962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/861254528035242962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/861254528035242962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-just-hate-liars.html' title='don&apos;t you just hate liars?'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-6537145109173545431</id><published>2009-02-13T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:20:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When tomorrow starts without me,And I'm not there to see,If the sun should rise and find your eyesAll filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cryThe way you did today,While thinking of the many things,We didn't get to say.I know how much you love me,As much as I love you,And each time that you think of me,I know you'll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me,Please try to understand,That an angel came and called my name,And took me by the hand,And said my place was ready,In heaven far above,And that I'd have to leave behindAll those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away,A tear fell from my eyeFor all my life, I'd always thought,I didn't want to die.I had so much to live for,So much left yet to do,It almost seemed impossibleThat I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays,The good ones and the bad,I thought of all the love we shared,And all the fun we had.If I could relive yesterday,Just even for a while,I'd say good-bye and kiss youAnd maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized,That this could never be,For emptiness and memories,Would take the place of me.And when I thought of worldly things,I might miss come tomorrow,I thought of you, and when I did,My heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates,I felt so much at home.When God looked down and smiled at me,From His great golden throne,He said, "This is eternity,And all I've promised you.Today your life on earth is past,But here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow,But today will always last,And since each day's the same wayThere's no longing for the past.You have been so faithful,So trusting and so true.Though there were times you did some thingsYou knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgivenAnd now at last you're free.So won't you come and take my handAnd share my life with me?"So when tomorrow starts without me,Don't think we're far apart,For every time you think of me,I'm right here, in your heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this never stops making me cry... :(&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SZVzjlCL1qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F-gwucq4Zfg/s1600-h/Lana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302271191372519074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SZVzjlCL1qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F-gwucq4Zfg/s200/Lana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-6537145109173545431?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6537145109173545431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=6537145109173545431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6537145109173545431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6537145109173545431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories.html' title='Memories....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SZVzjlCL1qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F-gwucq4Zfg/s72-c/Lana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-333163606459607652</id><published>2009-01-28T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:39:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on...</title><content type='html'>A strangled smile fell from your faceWhat kills me that I hurt you this wayThe worst part is that I didn't even knowNow there's a million reasons for you to goBut if you can find a reason to stayI'll do whatever it takesTo turn this aroundI know what's at stakeI know that I've let you downAnd if you give me a chanceBelieve that I can changeI'll keep us together whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;- Lifehouse “whatever it takes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found myself some time to blog. I know I have been so quiet lately. Well, believe me…there’s lotsa reasons behind this quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past months and weeks, I’ve been busy… with school, family, friends, love, and of course…problems. Yes. I’ve never been that girl who asks for help whenever she had a problem. I’m just the “keep-it-to-yourself” type of girl. I don’t usually share my problems except if I really needed to release the fire in me…and I only tell it to those people whom I really trust. If you’re one of them…well, you’re one of my true friends. But lately, I don’t feel the need to discuss my problems to others. Even if it haunts me even in my dreams, I just…let it flow. I try to get busy in school and also try not to think about it but sometimes…you just can’t fight fate (I guess). This stupid fate finds a way to make you face the problems you’re trying to avoid. Well, I guess that’s the way the world revolves. And hell yeah, I can’t do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the past, but I’m really trying my best to erase some of the memories. Sometimes I wish I have a memory card in my brain where I can erase or delete some memories…but what I just put in my mind is that memories are there to shape and complete you. may it be good or bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of my problems, I just realized that NO..you can’t erase memories…and you can’t turn back time or take back what you already said or did. The only thing you can do is Move On and Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that has been my new year’s resolution and goal for this year. To move on and change. I promised myself that whatever happens, I’ll forgive and forget and accept the good and the bad. If I want things to happen, I’ll take the risk and not waste time because I don’t want to experience regret and “what if’s” anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so much for my first blog this year. I hope I can update every week. School’s hella crazy lately. So many schoolworks. Goodbye social life. I’ll see you when I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you read this entry the whole way through…thanks for your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love, LP ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-333163606459607652?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/333163606459607652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=333163606459607652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/333163606459607652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/333163606459607652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html' title='moving on...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7133831038495934049</id><published>2008-12-22T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:45:55.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello birthday girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://laisa.blox.pl/resource/Mia_happy_birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://laisa.blox.pl/resource/Mia_happy_birthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping for a "happy" birthday tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7133831038495934049?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7133831038495934049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7133831038495934049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7133831038495934049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7133831038495934049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-birthday-girl.html' title='hello birthday girl..'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-3784832583987608369</id><published>2008-12-20T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:09:56.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little something to remind me of.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You have to take risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We will only understand the miracles of life when we allow the unexpected to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Every day, God gives us the sun - and also &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everyday, we try to pretend that we haven’t perceived that moment, that it doesn’t exist - that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our frontdoor key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quite that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But &lt;strong&gt;that moment exists&lt;/strong&gt; - a moment when all the power of the stars become a part of us and enable us to perform miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Joy is sometimes a blessing, but is is often a conquest. Our magic moment helps us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; but all of this is transitory&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won’t suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when that person looks back - and at some point everyone looks back - she will hear her heart saying, “What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? What have you done with the talents God bestowed on you? You buried yourself in a cave because you were fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage; the certainty that you wasted your life.”&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful are the people who must realize this. Because when they are finally able to believe in miracles, their life’s magic moments will have already passed them by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;... i miss... i miss..... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-3784832583987608369?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3784832583987608369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=3784832583987608369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3784832583987608369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3784832583987608369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-little-something-to-remind-me-of.html' title='just a little something to remind me of.....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-1313238683333115522</id><published>2008-10-14T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:44:30.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trapped'/><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SPRphzkm5PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fR6gLJm4TZg/s1600-h/trapped-white-shadow-400a061807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256942694548563186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SPRphzkm5PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fR6gLJm4TZg/s400/trapped-white-shadow-400a061807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever had this feeling that you’re trapped? Well, I feel this everyday. I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel happy or sad about it. But for some reason, I feel suffocated. I’m getting utterly tired. I don’t know if I can cope up with this any longer. I just hope for a brighter future ahead. Because now… everything’s so blurry.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta learn NOT to EXPECT anymore. Be numb again to not feel the pain. I really have no idea why I keep on living this kinda life. Sometimes I dream of escaping. But I have no idea how. I don’t even know if I can leave all of my memories behind. Somehow I wish I have amnesia. Crazy, right.&lt;br /&gt;I am living in my nightmare. I couldn't escape. I can’t run away, I can’t breathe.&lt;br /&gt;My sickness is getting worst and you’re not helping. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing sweetness. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping this would be a great month… ha! I should really learn fast not to get my hopes up anymore. I don’t even want to think about what’s gonna happen on the 23rd. hell I care!. No… I don’t care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-1313238683333115522?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1313238683333115522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=1313238683333115522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1313238683333115522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1313238683333115522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/10/trapped.html' title='trapped'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SPRphzkm5PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fR6gLJm4TZg/s72-c/trapped-white-shadow-400a061807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-5009951819862405169</id><published>2008-09-30T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:26:32.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough is enough and im not enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SOIMoDRAl7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FEhRwfnr52o/s1600-h/not+enough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251773997678368690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SOIMoDRAl7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FEhRwfnr52o/s400/not+enough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;music defines me. i was in starbucks at 6am..thoughts fill my mind while i was listening to my ipod....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight goodnight by Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;Over you by Daughtry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw this coming, not that I’m a psychic or something but I never thought I would feel this way again. Numb. Feeling nothing but emptiness. Maybe this time I really feel like it’s enough. I’ve had enough of all the bullshits and dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I’ve given my heart and if that’s not enough for you, them I’m not enough for&lt;br /&gt;you”- Haley James Scott&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he can’t be by Frankie J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Why is loving so hard? Or is it just the persons involve making it hard? Maybe some were made not to understand love. But somehow, there’s still some people giving me hope that love still exist. Not in a way that I’m in a trapped kinda love but love in a way that it really makes me happy. Thank you for that, my safe harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m having dejavu from my experience before which I really tried to ignore. I’m caught in between again, like I have to make a choice. But I don’t want to. I never want to. Why is it that choices are made to be so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first love by Passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He is my first love. But I don’t know if he’ll be my last. I was hoping before, but now I don’t know. I know that all the first love has the greatest impact in life, well, that’s what I realize from my friends. I don’t know for others. I don’t know for myself. It’s so natural to say that you gave your all for this so called love. Everyone says that. Well I did. But I don’t think it was enough for him. Maybe someday he’ll realize that… but I just hope it’s not late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you I will by Teddy Geiger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me. Maybe I expected too much. I know for sure that expecting is one way of hurting yourself. Yes. I was expecting too much. I was hoping he would be my prince charming, does he really exist anyway?. I was so fooled to believe that someday my prince will come. Damn snow white. That’s why I hate love songs. Like the guys would really do what they’re singing. Uhhh sorry bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shiver just thinking of my future. I don’t want to think of it. I’m not strong enough. It’s so hard to think that everything’s going to be alright. That I would be saved from this nightmare. That I will really feel happy. That things will go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough. Just thinking of these stuffs overwhelms me. Enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-5009951819862405169?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5009951819862405169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=5009951819862405169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5009951819862405169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5009951819862405169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/09/enough-is-enough-and-im-not-enough.html' title='enough is enough and im not enough...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SOIMoDRAl7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FEhRwfnr52o/s72-c/not+enough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-8441400685488585748</id><published>2008-09-24T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:49:39.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249288922752319506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SNk4dpwLgBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rIHsIO6Y6Ms/s400/bella+dreams.png" border="0" /&gt;“being reckless was paying off better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;than I’d thought. Forget cheating.” – Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’ve been wanting to blog for two or three days already but it’s so hard to find time for yourself these days. This is the only time I can spare from all the school works I’ve been doing. Its actually 2:15am. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve been reading “new moon” just a while ago when I encountered the line above which is thought of by bella. It kinda struck a nerve and it backfired my plan for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I made plans to..well..change everything. But it was so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I had sleepless nights trying to think things through.&lt;br /&gt;It really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I’m so bothered whenever my friends don’t feel happy. Especially when I’m the reason.&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t like it when people get sad or feel miserable because of what I did, what I will do…or just simply because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im the type of person who really wants and maybe NEED to make people happy. I cant stand loneliness..sadness..despair.. I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want in my life is to love, be loved and to be the reason of happiness to others. (this was actually said to me by my professor in mandarin who studied feng shui!!! He even told me that I wouldn’t care forgetting about myself just for the sake of others…well so true.)&lt;br /&gt;I know I cant make ALL people happy… but that reason is not enough. I want everything to be perfect. All happy.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a nice feeling to carry around. I tried to act normal especially with…but at night, it all comes back. I cant feel this way especially now that we’re bombarded with school shits. I feel so tired but I cant even rest well at night.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway…while I read bella’s lines or thought, it occurred to me that maybe I can be like her. Be reckless. I gotta try this..this might work..damn. I should not care so much about the future..just enjoy life right now…while im still alive (drama!)&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I gotta be positive now. I don’t want to cheat my life, my thoughts and lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I’ll go with the flow. Nothing’s perfect.&lt;br /&gt;People are not usually ready for nightmares…but they enjoy their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams…&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to dream land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8441400685488585748?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8441400685488585748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=8441400685488585748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8441400685488585748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8441400685488585748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SNk4dpwLgBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rIHsIO6Y6Ms/s72-c/bella+dreams.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-8356236597308066934</id><published>2008-07-05T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:12:52.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past present future'/><title type='text'>"epiphany"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"let go of the past and move on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i've encountered another conversation with him regarding the past..and...i've learned something...by the way he talked about it..it made me realize that...i have to be numb..i have to think positive and let go of whatever feeling i had of his past... and to think of it..he's got A LOT going on with his past... girls..fights...friends..and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, i used to be so uber jealous of his past..all his stories of his past courtships..and whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now...i can say... that i moved on :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so proud of myself that im beginning to feel this way..and just enjoy my time with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not afraid anymore of my future with him..because i learned another new thing today from my professor Mrs. Antee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told us about her lovelife..and well..she's still inlove with her 1st boyfriend even though she's got a husband already...but the important fact is that her husband knows about it and they(her first bf and her hubby) met several times already..but still Mrs. Antee kept her feelings and held on to her relationship with her husband...and the best part is...she told us her husband is soo boastful..but she still loves him because of what the bible said that the women should be submissive to their husband and in return..the husband should love their wife back..the same way God loves the church..he sacrificed himself to save us... :) *mushy*&lt;br /&gt;well..the thing is.. i realize that i should be strong in our relationship..i have to believe that we'll be forever... :) LOVE ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for those who doesn't have MR/MS love...well..time will come..and God will give you the best gift in the world :) you just have to be patient..and once you met him/her...be thankful and don't take them for granted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. lotsa learnings today.. i hope i inspired some of my readers today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw..He knows about this blog na.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. mariel..sorry..haha..nalaman niya eh...nakita niya while i was checkin it.. LOL..anyway...hope he likes it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8356236597308066934?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8356236597308066934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=8356236597308066934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8356236597308066934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8356236597308066934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-is-past.html' title='&quot;epiphany&quot;'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7368769919459776802</id><published>2008-06-23T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:50:16.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;...-M&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a mystery..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7368769919459776802?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7368769919459776802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7368769919459776802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7368769919459776802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7368769919459776802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_23.html' title='...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-9166728580086998811</id><published>2008-06-23T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:09:43.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if only love movie'/><title type='text'>LOVE..to live your life fully...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ian Wyndham: I Love you. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha Andrews: Ooh I Love you too. &lt;br /&gt;Ian Wyndham: I wanna tell you why I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha Andrews: It's... It's raining, you know that right. &lt;br /&gt;Ian Wyndham: I have to tell you this and you need to hear it. I loved you since I met you, but I wouldn't allow myself to truly feel it until today. I was always thinking ahead, making decisions soaked with fear... Today, because of you... what I learned from you; every choice I made was different and my life has completely changed... and I've learned that if you do that, then you're living your life fully... it doesn't matter if you have five minutes or fifty years. Samantha if not for today, if not for you I would never have known love at all... So thank you for being the person who taught me to love... and to be love. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha Andrews: I don't know what to say. &lt;br /&gt;Ian Wyndham: You don't have to say anything... I just wanted to tell you. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched "if only" again..and as always..i cried.. i really love this movie...if only....haayy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-9166728580086998811?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/9166728580086998811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=9166728580086998811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/9166728580086998811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/9166728580086998811'/><link 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/&gt;Did you add me out of your mind &lt;br /&gt;Cause in a flash you were disappeared &lt;br /&gt;Gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the curtain falls &lt;br /&gt;and we act this out again &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should risk it all and stay &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially going on &lt;br /&gt;the record to say I'm in love with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially everything you hoped that I would be &lt;br /&gt;this time I'll tell the truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially wrong I know &lt;br /&gt;for letting you go the way I did &lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally more? than I ever was before &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving down this road again &lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a few decisions &lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to feel this hurt again &lt;br /&gt;that's why I'm hopin that you're listenin' &lt;br /&gt;If you let me press rewind &lt;br /&gt;I'll rehearse every word &lt;br /&gt;Ishould have said &lt;br /&gt;cause girl I'm ready to make things right &lt;br /&gt;and end the stage so we can move on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before the curtain falls &lt;br /&gt;and we act this out again &lt;br /&gt;missing pieces of us also stay &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially going on &lt;br /&gt;the record to say I'm in love with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially everything you hoped that i would be &lt;br /&gt;this time I'll tell the truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially wrong I know &lt;br /&gt;for letting you go the way I did &lt;br /&gt;unconditionally more? than I ever was before &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i should have said &lt;br /&gt;like i appreciate the time that I spent with you &lt;br /&gt;Inspire me with a smile I put &lt;br /&gt;on your pretty face &lt;br /&gt;my world comes alive &lt;br /&gt;now I know &lt;br /&gt;this time i'm not letting go &lt;br /&gt;cause I'm officially yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially everything you hoped that I would be &lt;br /&gt;this time I'll tell the truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially wrong I know &lt;br /&gt;For letting you go the way I did &lt;br /&gt;unconditionally more? than I ever was before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially going on &lt;br /&gt;the record to say I'm in love with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially everything you hoped that i would be &lt;br /&gt;this time i'll tell the truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially wrong I know &lt;br /&gt;For letting you go the way I did &lt;br /&gt;unconditionally more? than I ever was before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm unconditionally yours &lt;br /&gt;Officially yours, your man &lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm unconditionally yours &lt;br /&gt;Officially yours, I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-1848304481500045201?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1848304481500045201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-2692820664316207664</id><published>2008-05-14T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:10:07.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah..</title><content type='html'>well i couldnt think of a title for this blog entry.. actually i'm just really bored.. im sleepy but i dont wanna sleep yet.. i feel kinda sad at the moment cuz my rents' are preparing their things for their trip.. oh well.. i just feel like everyone's leaving me..first my brother..then my cousins.. now my parents.. even if they're gonna stay there for like 2 weeks or so..still they are leaving me.. and it really sucks.. im just gonna make myself busy with my ojt and other stuffs.. &lt;br /&gt;maybe... i'll find it fun that i'll be by myself for 2 weeks.. :) hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;the sad part is..i cant drive LUNA while my dad is gone :( damn.. sucks for me...arrgghh.. i hate it when i'm not driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..suddenly im lovin keyshia cole's "i remember" song :) i just like its beat.. even though the lyrics doesnt fit my current situation :) plus im addicted to ne-yo's song "Together"..and "make it work"..i love neyo's songs.. :) oh i almost forgot..rihanna's "take a bow"..damn..amazing song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway couldnt think of anything else to write... i'll update again later :)   cheerios :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2692820664316207664?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2692820664316207664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really fun and very tiring organizing an event. i learned so many things like vectors and photoshop, illustrator and silkscreen :) hope to learn more.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad actually allowed me to drive "luna"(that's what i call my car) till my work place which was at marcos highway.. :) i love driving :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and btw i never really blogged about being in the church choir..YES! i am part of the choir..i soo love singing..im an alto :) i love singing for God..well since my band (infant praise) couldn't get together to practice..atleast i got the choir to keep me busy..and also im part of the music ministry for the JILGS youth service..i play the piano and do back-up vocals :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also learned how to play neyo's "Together" :) it's my inspiration song to actually learn how to play the piano...and now im so addicted to it :) and i also borrowed my cousin's electric drum..and im also sssooooo addicted to it :) haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i got so bored today that's why i blogged..while watching the OC season 4 which i watched like 10 times already... :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well my boss is explaining the silkscreening project..gotta listen...later loves :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-4979440903222126728?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4979440903222126728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=4979440903222126728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-2053306023444265434</id><published>2008-04-24T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:03:07.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>special delivery :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SBCuIwYa37I/AAAAAAAAADo/2a4-YtyqtpI/s1600-h/AlamoChicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192841835807694770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SBCuIwYa37I/AAAAAAAAADo/2a4-YtyqtpI/s200/AlamoChicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its our 42nd Monthsary yesterday :D yey.. staying strong :D i sooo love it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though he forgot to greet me by 12am..still we had a fun day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i planned my surprise the day before..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i surprised him with a delivery of Yellow Cab Pizza (with hot wings :) and meee :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he actually thought i was still at my jobplace.. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh well very fun and happy day :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2053306023444265434?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2053306023444265434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=2053306023444265434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2053306023444265434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2053306023444265434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-delivery-d.html' title='special delivery :D'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/SBCuIwYa37I/AAAAAAAAADo/2a4-YtyqtpI/s72-c/AlamoChicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7224274210378165708</id><published>2008-04-13T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:05:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"love is not a maybe thing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i remembered the episode of the hills entitlted "love is not a maybe thing".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lauren and Heidi are having a relationship talk of their own. Lauren tells Heidi&lt;br /&gt;that "love is not a maybe thing, " to which Heidi counters that there is a&lt;br /&gt;difference between "loving someone and being absolutely in love with&lt;br /&gt;someone."&lt;br /&gt;When Lauren asks Heidi if she is absolutely in love, Heidi admits&lt;br /&gt;that she is&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i remembered it because he asked me today if i love him..i said "yes"...then he asked me if i love him so much?...i dont know what to say...i thought about it.."i think so"...i dont know if im absolutely in love with him...i was..but now?..i think i feel this way because of what happened..because of our fight..i just want everything to change...but it's so hard to change especially when our minds are polluted by the negative things we do to each other..i want to change but he keeps track of everytime i get mad at him and keeps on reminding me about it...i mean how can i move on and change if you keep on reminding about those things that i did wrong..i already said sorry...damn..im so lost...i want to love him but he makes it hard to love him...its so hard to be absolutely in love with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel numb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7224274210378165708?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7224274210378165708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7224274210378165708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Living without your face&lt;br /&gt;Looking for easy ways&lt;br /&gt;To fill my head&lt;br /&gt;Losing you in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the feelings down&lt;br /&gt;So I forget&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to, tried to replace you&lt;br /&gt;With everything, but nothing seemed to fit&lt;br /&gt;I want to, but I can't replace you&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is all you've left me with&lt;br /&gt;All this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories start to fade&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking i'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the pain away&lt;br /&gt;But is it gone&lt;br /&gt;All the familiar signs&lt;br /&gt;Are hiding behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't move on&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to, tried to replace you&lt;br /&gt;With everything, but nothing seemed to fit&lt;br /&gt;I want to, but I can't replace you&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is all you've left me with&lt;br /&gt;All this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I know this&lt;br /&gt;Feeling i'm broke with&lt;br /&gt;Pretending i'm alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm done with hiding&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get back to life&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I tried to, tried to replace you&lt;br /&gt;With everything, but nothing seemed to fit&lt;br /&gt;I want to, but I can't replace you&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is all you've left me with&lt;br /&gt;All this emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i cant stop crying...im deeply hurt..i cant breathe...i want to hold on but part of me is dying..im falling out...falling....falling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dont know what to feel anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i keep pretending im ok but deep inside...im slowly dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my heart is beating slower and slower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i feel empty :'''(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-6339185557298931218?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6339185557298931218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=6339185557298931218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6339185557298931218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6339185557298931218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/04/emptiness.html' title='emptiness.... :('/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-4163384749839838256</id><published>2008-04-11T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:17:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bella Vita....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;God wont talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's pretty busy lately&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to believe&lt;br /&gt;She's listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel&lt;br /&gt;All of my bruises imagined are real&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dig through the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;To get to the good ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Who's keeping score anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is my beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;only thing certain is everything changes&lt;br /&gt;The lows and the highs&lt;br /&gt;And all those goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it gets I know it's still amazing&lt;br /&gt;To be alive&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thats the one place i know no one can hear me&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't walk in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;There's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I'm right where i wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is my beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;only thing's certain is everything changes&lt;br /&gt;The lows and the highs&lt;br /&gt;And all those goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it gets I know it's still amazing&lt;br /&gt;To be alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts while it's happening&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel everything&lt;br /&gt;How can you know til you try?&lt;br /&gt;And this is my beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;only thing's certain is everything changes&lt;br /&gt;The lows and the highs&lt;br /&gt;And all those goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it gets I know it's still amazing&lt;br /&gt;To be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a beautiful life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-4163384749839838256?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4163384749839838256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=4163384749839838256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/4163384749839838256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/4163384749839838256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-bella-vita.html' title='La Bella Vita....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-20984653431896857</id><published>2008-04-05T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:01:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R_eTIdypiAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z4pQ2FouoCM/s1600-h/puss+in+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185775269585717250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R_eTIdypiAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z4pQ2FouoCM/s200/puss+in+boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; i'm sick today... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after so many months..ngayon na lang ako ulit tinamaan ng sakit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this made me realize..baka may nagawa akong masama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so to all those people na nagawan ko ng masama..na-hurt ko...inaway ko..na-offend ko...-na-snob ko...at iba pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"SORRY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;peace na tayooo..hehehe time to start over..and live a new life... mature na ko.hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;peace y'all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love ko kayo..hahaha labo? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-20984653431896857?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/20984653431896857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=20984653431896857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7503538048552070069</id><published>2008-03-27T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:54:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.tylerschnaidt.com/blocked/nph-index.pl/111110A/http/www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tylerschnaidt.com/blocked/nph-index.pl/111110A/http/www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7503538048552070069?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7503538048552070069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7503538048552070069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7503538048552070069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7503538048552070069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-great-girlfriend-when-it-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-3184984197966794084</id><published>2008-03-24T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:31:33.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calm.. all out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Finally…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s all cleared out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was wailing about the issue… I feel like my chest is going to burst out... So I had to chat with a friend about it… I’m just ever so glad that she was ready to listen to me. Then I also talked to her boyfriend who’s actually my cousin… I just had t release all the fire inside me… so I can breathe again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we talked about many things…since he was his former best friend. Reminiscing about the old times and actually figuring out what to do about the issue. Well he got me calmed and actually got me laughing about it… to think that I really got myself into M… he told me that I was so hooked up with M… well that’s true.. I just really love him so much… and yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I just love him TOO MUCH…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’s so lucky because he’s got a girl like me loving him like&lt;br /&gt;that…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway… I woke up today realizing that I was so stupid for even thinking about the issue…or even making that issue… I laughed at myself for even crying so hard about it &lt;em&gt;BUT I COULDN’T BLAME MYSELF...&lt;/em&gt;why?... because &lt;em&gt;he’s my first&lt;/em&gt; (and hopefully last) and I never experienced cheating before… so this is just my &lt;em&gt;INITIAL REACTION&lt;/em&gt;… I think that would be for other girls too...but I’m not sure… we all have different perceptions and ways about different things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I actually think I’m &lt;em&gt;maturing &lt;/em&gt;nowadays… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m able to handle things I&lt;br /&gt;couldn’t handle before…&lt;/em&gt; and I’m glad to feel that way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway… we saw each other today and suddenly I opened up the issue to him. I just want to clear things out so I can continue loving him the way I really want to… and he explained things… well not just that but he showed me how &lt;em&gt;sincere &lt;/em&gt;he really is to me. How &lt;em&gt;true &lt;/em&gt;and how &lt;em&gt;faithful…&lt;/em&gt;well that’s what I think he’s trying to show me. He actually erased the numbers and other stuffs that I don’t want to see…and he told me stuffs... Secrets he kept to me…and I feel really special because &lt;em&gt;he was all honest to me&lt;/em&gt;… it was our &lt;em&gt;“all out” session&lt;/em&gt;… I told him my secrets and vice versa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was relieving knowing that he really loves me and is really serious about&lt;br /&gt;our relationship…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well I’m getting cheesy… I’m just so glad the issues over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I’m going to start to be that “almost perfect girl” you want me to be…&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-3184984197966794084?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3184984197966794084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=3184984197966794084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3184984197966794084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3184984197966794084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/03/calm-all-out.html' title='calm.. all out..'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-1427429219153355120</id><published>2008-03-23T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:37:30.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTHERED :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im sooo super bothered since yesterday pa... i want to cry but i dont know if i have to... i dont know if its ryt to cry over something your not sure of... crazy isnt it..but..wtf...i dont care..im too bothered to care...why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wel..yesterday...he was at my house..busy playing with my piano..then.i looked at his phone..and for the first time..its not locked..(un ang mahirap pag may lock code ang phone then di alam nung partner mo ung code)..so i browsed it while he's busy...i found an email add of a girl in his drafts/saved items..(f*ck!) then..i found the name of the girl in his phonebook..including the telphone no...damn..i dont know how to react... i dont want to scream at his face and ask who the heck is that girl..cuz im not yet sure..maybe she's just one of his clasmates or whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so the next day..i searched the e-add... damn..what a bitch... f*ck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i froze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i mean she's not beautiful (for me)..but hell!..why does he have her number.. to think that the girl lives in makati...and a model!..tangna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont know what to do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to think na 41st monthsary pa namen today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shitness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont want my nightmare to come true.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YES...this was the nightmare i was talking bout in my last last blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but not the exact happening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it hurts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hate this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-1427429219153355120?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1427429219153355120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=1427429219153355120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1427429219153355120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1427429219153355120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/03/bothered.html' title='BOTHERED :&apos;('/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-3205663098038789890</id><published>2008-03-19T12:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:08:03.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent treatment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if one does not understand your silence.....&lt;br /&gt;....he does not deserve your words&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some people say that "&lt;em&gt;you don't know what you got till its gone&lt;/em&gt;"....&lt;br /&gt;.... but its really not like that....&lt;br /&gt;...."&lt;em&gt;you always know what you have..you just never thought you would lose it&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-3205663098038789890?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3205663098038789890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=3205663098038789890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3205663098038789890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3205663098038789890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/03/silent-treatment.html' title='silent treatment....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-8809629868434111808</id><published>2008-03-17T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:05:57.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this...</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to hate dreams..well..actually nightmares (who loves 'em anyways?) but still..i dont think i wanna dream anymore...&lt;br /&gt;the Big question is Why????&lt;br /&gt;well..one reason.. i dreamed of one of my greatest fear...&lt;br /&gt;to the fact that when i woke up..i was crying... and i couldn't breathe properly...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go on with the details of my dream/nightmare... i don't even wanna remember it..&lt;br /&gt;i usually forget my dreams as soon as i wake up but this one..damn!..why remember this one....&lt;br /&gt;it hurts...A LOT..&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up... i thought it really happened...&lt;br /&gt;damn...&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad that it was just a dream..but what i hate about it is it's stuck on my mind the whole day... i can't seem to take it off of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling..&lt;br /&gt;a thought came into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;maybe God has a reason why that's my dream??&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;i think it's time for a change...&lt;br /&gt;i need to change..in order to change what happened in my dream..&lt;br /&gt;well..yeah..i think maybe that's what i have to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;some people are gonna be affected by this sudden change of mine..but i hope that they will understand me...i'm gonna be on a low profile for some people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm saying sorry in advance&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry but i have to do this...just please try to understand me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8809629868434111808?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8809629868434111808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=8809629868434111808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8809629868434111808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8809629868434111808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-this.html' title='i hate this...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7335842393019917151</id><published>2008-03-02T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:54:57.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>live laugh love</title><content type='html'>At this phase in my life, I’m actually living my life like my blogsite title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LIVE LAUGH LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three famous “L’s”…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;em&gt;living my life&lt;/em&gt; the way I want and the way I should…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing often&lt;/em&gt; to receive positive aura… even in times of sorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving&lt;/em&gt; the people I love and who loves me as well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this phase in my life… &lt;em&gt;I’m actually happy&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish this could go on forever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7335842393019917151?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7335842393019917151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7335842393019917151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7335842393019917151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7335842393019917151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-laugh-love.html' title='live laugh love'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-776234117615481881</id><published>2008-02-24T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:07:19.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R8BSVtGN5ZI/AAAAAAAAADE/ryf-uScfnBw/s1600-h/oth-haley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170222905057731986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R8BSVtGN5ZI/AAAAAAAAADE/ryf-uScfnBw/s320/oth-haley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha LOL...same kami ni soulmate :D talagang soulmate :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-776234117615481881?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R8BSVtGN5ZI/AAAAAAAAADE/ryf-uScfnBw/s72-c/oth-haley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-868121317573591455</id><published>2008-02-16T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:45:12.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixtape :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R7b2X9GN5YI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xbsRnAUjtug/s1600-h/oth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167588513852286338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R7b2X9GN5YI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xbsRnAUjtug/s400/oth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you&lt;br /&gt;You say goodnight, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping next to you&lt;br /&gt;You drive away from my car crash of a heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk to him, and it burns me like the sun&lt;br /&gt;You talk to her, and you say that you feel like he's the one&lt;br /&gt;I talk to me, but you can't hear the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the sad songs ain't so sad&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that there was more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't turn around and say bye again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it crushes my head when you call me&lt;br /&gt;Your friend and I'm not the same person&lt;br /&gt;From back in the day in the back of the class&lt;br /&gt;That you thought was gay&lt;br /&gt;No I can't find the words cause I lost them&lt;br /&gt;The minute they fell out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And it's love and I'm in it, so give me your lips&lt;br /&gt;And just let me kiss 'em&lt;br /&gt;And let's get messed up and listen to probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The best mixtape I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*i love it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*thanks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-868121317573591455?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..&lt;br /&gt;"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.&lt;br /&gt;The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."&lt;br /&gt;This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she remember, he have heart problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed like river...... :,,,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-291107236571389472?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/291107236571389472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=291107236571389472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/291107236571389472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/291107236571389472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-together.html' title='life together.... :,,,('/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-1997726936964639293</id><published>2008-02-12T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:21:52.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three words...</title><content type='html'>Girl: Do you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I wanna hear you say it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I don’t have to.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Because...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I just want to hear you say it in words.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I can’t...&lt;br /&gt;The girl started to cry softly and said:&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't love me...&lt;br /&gt;The two continued to walk in silence. They&lt;br /&gt;reached the girls home.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do you really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (hesitantly) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;He hugged her gently, kissed the tip of her nose&lt;br /&gt;and whispered in her ear,&lt;br /&gt;"Because three words are not enough..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit...kinilig naman ako :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-1997726936964639293?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1997726936964639293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=1997726936964639293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1997726936964639293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1997726936964639293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-words.html' title='three words...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-6380726345619520146</id><published>2008-02-12T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:13:15.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the HATE letter</title><content type='html'>Read this "HATE letter". It is so funny and creative. This is a loveletter from a boy to a girl.... However, the girl's father does not like him and want them stop their relationship......and so..the boy wrote this letter to the girl..he knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 "The great love that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you&lt;br /&gt;3 grows every day. When I see you,&lt;br /&gt;4 I do not even like your face;&lt;br /&gt;5 the one thing that I want to do is to&lt;br /&gt;6 look at other girls. I never wanted to&lt;br /&gt;7 marry you. Our last conversation&lt;br /&gt;8 was very boring and has not&lt;br /&gt;9 made me look forward to seeing you again.&lt;br /&gt;10 You think only of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;11 If we were married, I know that I would find&lt;br /&gt;12 life very difficult, and I would have no&lt;br /&gt;13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart&lt;br /&gt;14 to give, but it is not something that&lt;br /&gt;15 I want to give to you. No one is more&lt;br /&gt;16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not&lt;br /&gt;17 able to care for me and help me.&lt;br /&gt;18 I sincerely want you to understand that&lt;br /&gt;19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;20 if you think this is the end. Do not try&lt;br /&gt;21 to answer this. Your letters are full of&lt;br /&gt;22 things that do not interest me. You have no&lt;br /&gt;23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,&lt;br /&gt;24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that&lt;br /&gt;25 I am still your boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES", meaning-only to read 1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.21.23.25. (Odd Numbers) So..Please try reading it again! It's so smart &amp; sweet.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-6380726345619520146?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6380726345619520146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=6380726345619520146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6380726345619520146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6380726345619520146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/02/hate-letter.html' title='the HATE letter'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-4595602946203998624</id><published>2008-02-12T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:04:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speed :,(</title><content type='html'>(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow&lt;br /&gt;down. Im scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its to scary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. &lt;br /&gt;(Girl hugs him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. &lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-4595602946203998624?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4595602946203998624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=4595602946203998624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/4595602946203998624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/4595602946203998624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/02/speed.html' title='speed :,('/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-4239846808900080126</id><published>2008-01-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:05:46.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When she stares at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hits you cuz she thinks shes stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Grab her and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you tryin to act all tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Kiss her and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Ask her what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Give her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Pull her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Tell her she's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Just hold her and don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Sneak up and hug her waist from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Tease her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Reassure her that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Back yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. She really does more than you could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Hold her's and play with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Bump into her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Keep it safe and untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Dont look away until she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**When she says it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. She still wants you to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you say ur going to call her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Call her even if ur drunk off ur ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reposts this bulletin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. She wants you to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's ass am I kicking baby?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my dream guy...when will you ever come true ??? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-4239846808900080126?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4239846808900080126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=4239846808900080126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/4239846808900080126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/4239846808900080126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-she-stares-at-your-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-564942919469584084</id><published>2008-01-31T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:02:58.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Rules...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i stole this frome tricky's multiply :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daddy's Rules for Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule One:If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Two:You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Three:I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Four:I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Five:It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Six:I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Seven:As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Eight:The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Nine:Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rule Ten:Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NAME   _____________________________   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DATE OF BIRTH   ____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY #______________  DRIVERS LICENSE #____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;CITY/STATE ____________________________  ZIP______  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you have parents?                     ___Yes  ___No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is one male and the other female?     ___Yes  ___No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If No, explain: __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Number of years they have been married _________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If less than your age, explain:________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ACCESSORIES SECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van?                      __Yes  __No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires?                                   __Yes  __No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C. A waterbed?                                                           __Yes  __No  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back?                      __Yes  __No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E. A tattoo?                                                                __Yes  __No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring,                            __Yes  __No   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY.  I SUGGEST RUNNING.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ESSAY SECTION:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER'  mean to you?________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:Church you attend ___________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; How often you attend ________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;father? ____________     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; mother? ___________     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pastor? ____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION: Answer by filling in the blank.  Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C: A woman's place is in the: ____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is:____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? ____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;__________________________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!) _______________________________      ________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mother's Signature                                                               Father's Signature  _______________________________      ________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi                                                         State Representative/Congressman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.You will be contacted in writing if you are approved.  Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury).  If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahaha so funny...i actually imagine my dad being like this...i don't think any guy would court me...hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-564942919469584084?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/564942919469584084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=564942919469584084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/564942919469584084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/564942919469584084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2008/01/daddys-rules.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Rules...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-8203540246604203385</id><published>2008-01-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:20:15.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the key to love...</title><content type='html'>The Key To Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to love is understanding...&lt;br /&gt;The ability to comprehend not only the spoken word,&lt;br /&gt;but those unspoken gestures,&lt;br /&gt;the little things that say so much by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to love is forgiveness...&lt;br /&gt;to accept each others faults and pardon mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;without forgetting, but with remembering&lt;br /&gt;what you learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to love is sharing...&lt;br /&gt;Facing your good fortunes as well as the bad, together;&lt;br /&gt;both conquering problems, forever searching for ways&lt;br /&gt;to intensify your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to love is giving...&lt;br /&gt;without thought of return,&lt;br /&gt;but with the hope of just a simple smile,&lt;br /&gt;and by giving in but never giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to love is respect...&lt;br /&gt;realizing that you are two separate people, with different ideas;&lt;br /&gt;that you don't belong to each other, that you belong with each other,&lt;br /&gt;and share a mutual bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to love is inside us all...&lt;br /&gt;It takes time and patience to unlock all the ingredients that will take you to its threshold;&lt;br /&gt;it is the continual learning process that demands a lot of work...&lt;br /&gt;but the rewards are more than worth the effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is the key to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8203540246604203385?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-6701817805921289940</id><published>2007-12-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:23:37.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday xmas'/><title type='text'>bday and xmas...</title><content type='html'>wow...1 hour to go and it's gonna be my birthday :) wee...&lt;br /&gt;well my plans are just simple...&lt;br /&gt;-have lunch out with dad, bro, mark and tita..&lt;br /&gt;-special number at church for God&lt;br /&gt;-reunion with sanchez family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so simple... hahaha... anyway what i want for my birthday and xmas...hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;-happiness [ofcourse]&lt;br /&gt;-contentment..hahha..&lt;br /&gt;-hmm..ipod :)&lt;br /&gt;-money :)&lt;br /&gt;-digi/vidcam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i think everyone wants what i want..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;anyway just so happy that my bestfriend in states "ana"[also] message me today :) yey she still remembers me ...&lt;br /&gt;well..i miss my mom..and my brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway birthday..hahaha...30 mins to go...yuck i'm doing a countdown for my own bday..hahaha... well....gonna sleep na so that i'll be able to enjoy my bday... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-6701817805921289940?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6701817805921289940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=6701817805921289940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R2knWE2fK-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FaOIOjYVGaA/s1600-h/IMGP2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145687309460384738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/R2knWE2fK-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FaOIOjYVGaA/s400/IMGP2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DECEMBER 2 2007: "the perfect goodbye"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is one of the saddest days of my life...now i know the reason why you left your passport and had to rebook your flight...God gave us time... time for us to spend more time with each other...He knows that i wanted the "perfect goodbye" for us...and today..it just happened... this wasnt the exact "goodbye" that i wanted..its even better...i was just there in my room..afraid to go down and repeat what i did last friday..which was just to say "bye and take care" to you...afraid to even see you leave..AGAIN..but for the last time...but while listening to you putting your bags in the car...and saying your bye's to my our dad...i suddenly heard you mentioned my name...my heart fastly beats...and then dad called me...so i went down...then i saw you...what happened next was the most unexpected thing you did....you hugged me...for the first time in my life...i tried to hold back my tears...and then you said "pakabaet ka ha"...for sure i will...then you went inside the car...but before you leave...i saw you wave at us..damn...i had to run back to my room cuz i cant hold back my tears anymore...i will surely miss you brother....thank God he gave us more time for each other..i was glad to spend my day with you yesterday...i love you big bro C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-1370155457155180638?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' 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Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.-Carl Jung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.-Kahlil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Depression, when it’s clinical, is not a metaphor. It runs in families, and it’s known to respond to medication and to counseling. However truly you believe there’s a sickness to existence that can never be cured, if you’re depressed you will sooner or later surrender and say: I just don’t want to feel bad anymore. The shift from depressive realism to tragic realism, from being immobilized by darkness to being sustained by it, thus strangely seems to require believing in the possibility of a cure… -Jonathan Franzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.-Christina Georgina Rossetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy. -Dante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We ask God to forgive us for our evil thoughts and evil temper, but rarely, if ever ask Him to forgive us for our sadness.-R.W. Dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can choose to be happy or sad and whichever you choose that is what you get. No one is really responsible to make someone else happy, no matter what most people have been taught and accept as true.-Sidney Madwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my mom left....my brother will soon leave....and pretty soon..it's gonna be my birthday and christmas and new year.... and i have only one wish.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want my family to be complete this christmas :''(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its gonna be a &lt;strong&gt;SAD&lt;/strong&gt; birthday...no plans...i dont feel like planning anything on my birthday... 2 days before christmas..wow...i just hope something comes up on my birthday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;santa...all i want for christmas is my family... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7985758557183750502?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-250604329561099662</id><published>2007-11-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:59:56.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video anniversary'/><title type='text'>our new video!!! :D i made it! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=TgtMTtZoulE"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=TgtMTtZoulE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woohoo...another video by me!!:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PLEASE watch it :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its our anniversary video...hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope this video can make you smile also :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now you dont have to imagine my blog before..you can watch it na :) weeeeeee! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks a lot :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muah :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-new-video-d-i-made-it-d.html' title='our new video!!! :D i made it! :D'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-3561950383949108344</id><published>2007-11-07T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:51:40.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sembreak'/><title type='text'>my sembreak story</title><content type='html'>oh well..it's been awhile since my last blog entry...hmm..it's already past our 3rd anniversary...OMG..i really still can't believe we've lasted this long... come to think of it..he's my first boyfriend..wow...i don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just soo glad everythings changed from the way we used to be...well...we both changed...for the better[hopefully]...well..what happened to me this sembreak? a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first was ofcourse: our 3rd anniversary october 23, 2007... :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt really plan what we're gonna do for this day...all i know is we're gonna do the same old things like watch a movie and eat dinner...so i woke up later than the usual...then i went to the salon to have my nails done to waste time so that i wouldnt have to wait before he picks me up.(salon de alba 200php only! footspa with mani and pedi!) hahaha..anyway..he wasnt texting till after lunch..he said he just woke up.. ok fine..then i told him that he can pick me up at 4pm..so i was ready at about 345...he wasnt texting so i got a little irritated (who wouldnt?! when you wore your best dress and fixed yourself for this special day)...then finally at 545..he arrived at my house...wow...i waited for 2 hours...but its ok..i promised myself i will restrain myself from getting hot-tempered that day...so i asked what's the plan..he told me that he reserved a dinnerdate for the two of us somewhere but its at 630 in the evening..so we stopped by his house cuz he said we're gonna wait there.. when we went up to his room..OMG!...red rose petals all over the floor..and in the middle of his room..a candlelit dinner setup for us..wow...i was really surprised..he's not really the type of guy who would do this...then he gave me a "large" bouquet of flowers..and asked me to sit down...he had another surprise which was the presentation he made for me [awww].... it was just a short ppt presentation but it really melted my heart..so we ate his "own special dinner"...after eating, we danced hahaha...i ssoooo loved everything... wow..i just made kweto the whole thing hahaha!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130037306140379186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RzGNv_T_yDI/AAAAAAAAACU/pGcJwWXkFVU/s200/IMGP2654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130038182313707586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RzGOi_T_yEI/AAAAAAAAACc/IZzy42xgHzY/s200/IMGP2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;next is my dad and his mom's birthday october 26, 2007 [yes! both on the same day!! no joke !:D]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had my driving lessons this day also...and he's my chaperone! hahaha..oh well we went to his mom's party at their house and i changed there...then my dad picked me up for our family dinner for my dad's bday...[he was not invited cuz it's only for family :(] then my dad dropped me again to their place cuz i still wanna see him and i also wanna celebrate his mom's bday..hahaha... fun day!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;next was our church (JILGS) 10th building anniversary!! :D october 27, 2007..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our band " Infant Praise" played our new song [ it will be included in our "upcoming album" :D]&lt;br /&gt;btw..im the pianist and backup vocals of the band..not the vocalist anymore:( we have a new female vocalist,Pao :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;next was JILGS's 2-day sportsfest!!! october 31, 2007[first day]..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went to Rainforest in pasig :D woohoo swimming!!!... mark pushed me in the pool :( hahaha...because everyone was asking me to go in the pool but i dont wanna go yet..plus i dont want to get my hair wet [wtf?!?!hahaha ang arte!! i dunno why?] so one time mark asked me to go with him to get some drinks so i stood up then he pushed me!! waaahhh..didnt see that one coming!! hahaha everyone was laughing...then i pretended to cry so mark took my hand but i also pulled him in!hahahaha... laughtrip!!!...btw..he won the best swimmer!hahaha.. im soo proud..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the sportsthing, we went back to his house and rested[sleeping bears] hahaha...then we went to my house because we have a halloween party...but i didnt really dress up cuz im a christian now and its bad to celebrate halloween for us :( i just changed what im wearing...i wore the same outfit he was wearing..haha just plain black shirt and army shorts...haha.we're like twins :D...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;next was all souls day november 1, 2007..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my family went to loyola memorial park...woohoo...another reunion with my relatives..hahaha...oh well..it was fun...i caught up with the latest chikas of my cousins...hahaha...there's this one guy who came up to me while i was talking with my cousin and he said "hi miss..uhm..pwede makipagkilala?"....hahahah.me and my cousin laughed soo hard...and my cousin said.."no.illegal!!"...hahaha.. then we ran away...hahaha lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;next was tha 2nd day of JILGS sportsfest november 2, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went to the basketball court somewhere in pasig...and mark played basketball but their team lost... :( i played volleyball and my team also lost:( we're losers :'( hahahaha..but its aryt..we had soo much fun..i just got several arm bruises cuz of volleyball :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;lastly...2nd semester first day! november 7, 2007!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woohoo.i just soo love seeing my friends again..i soo missed them...hhahaha... btw all my profs are guys :o hahaha..one's gay i think...hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well..is it obvious now that A LOT happened to me this sembreak?...hahahha..well...gonna post again for latest updates...hahahaha...go see my multiply for more pictures :D muah :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-3561950383949108344?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3561950383949108344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=3561950383949108344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3561950383949108344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3561950383949108344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-sembreak-story.html' title='my sembreak story'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RzGNv_T_yDI/AAAAAAAAACU/pGcJwWXkFVU/s72-c/IMGP2654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7894112130927360454</id><published>2007-10-13T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T04:09:11.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3am cant sleep'/><title type='text'>3am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its 3 am....woke up and saw my phone flooded with his messages...i didnt have load since two days ago..so i wasnt able to text him..but even though if i have load..i dont feel like texting him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i thought going to sleep would make me forget about what happened..but it didnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"i appreciate all u hve done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to me. tnx hun gudnyt"-01:51:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Hun grbe tlga ung kanina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;naawa tlga me sau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cnt belive ngawa ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;un sa mahal ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sori tlga ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hun i will love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so much from now on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;juz pls 4get m ung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ngyare khpn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cge nyty."-01:56:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Aalagaan n kta promis hun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;muah! gagawen ktang baby koh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hehe.cge gudnyt!"-01:57:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Sori so much 10000times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hug kta tyt. il nver let u go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gudnyt!"-01:58:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;01:58:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;01:58:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"hun wag kang lalabas ng bhay m ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dilikado ok. sa loob k lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yaw ko may mngyre sau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wag kng bili ng load mgisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tyo n bumili ng load m!"-01:59:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"hun i rily love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i cant stop thinking of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ryt now."-02:01:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;02:01:08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;damn....damn...damn...i cant stop crying&lt;em&gt;..."naawa pa siya sakin"....&lt;/em&gt;yeah right...im sooo cold right now...i just hate to think that things will change between us now...it will never go back to the way it was before...hai i dont know what im saying na...im just soo tired from all of this... &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been praying to God to give me strength and to guide me into what i should do&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;He's the only one who's giving me all this strength to go on each day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;...haaiii....i still wish this was all a really bad nightmare&lt;em&gt;..*slap on the cheek*..&lt;/em&gt;reality check...this is all real.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7894112130927360454?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7894112130927360454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7894112130927360454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7894112130927360454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7894112130927360454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/10/3am.html' title='3am'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-1759616045237869714</id><published>2007-10-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:13:34.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><title type='text'>traumatized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will never ever forget this day&lt;/strong&gt;...my body still shivers every time i think about it..it never occurred to me that he can do such a thing...i just hope i wont dream about this every night... even thinking of my future with him scares me now...i wanna escape..but i dont know how...i wanna stop this but somehow it cant be stopped...i smoked 3 cigars today just to release the tension inside...shit....how could he....now every time he touches me..my body shivers..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im soo traumatized.... imagine being grip soo hard and so many bad words thrown at your face while you're crying soo hard but still he doesnt care...shit...what a man...is he even a man or a monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...i just wish he can find a way to make me forget about all of this....he apologized and i accepted it but stll i cant find any reason to bring back my love for him...im scared...i wish this was just a nightmare...a really really bad nightmare...i wanna wake up....but its real...i cannot escape reality... :,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-1759616045237869714?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1759616045237869714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=1759616045237869714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1759616045237869714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1759616045237869714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/10/traumatized.html' title='traumatized'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-720594607854505310</id><published>2007-10-12T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:25:14.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How do I change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I feel depressed I will sing.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel sad I will laugh.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel ill I will double my labour.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel inferior I will wear new garments.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel incompetent I will think of past success.&lt;br /&gt; If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals.&lt;br /&gt; Today I will be the master of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/tellafriend/index.asp?QUOTE_ID=2318"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=648"&gt;Og Mandino&lt;/a&gt;, “The Greatest Salesman in the World”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i only need God to complete me... it's time to change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-720594607854505310?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/720594607854505310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=720594607854505310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/720594607854505310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/720594607854505310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/10/change.html' title='change...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-809061581757758346</id><published>2007-10-10T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:56:20.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way i do'/><title type='text'>the way i do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your kiss, your smile, your mind&lt;br /&gt;You're sunlight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss your breath on my neck&lt;br /&gt;When we whisper in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna want you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find that I was falling so fast&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your skin, can't believe the way you let me in&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush tonight, I need you like the ocean needs the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna want you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find that I was falling so fast&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I would stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;Climb a mountain top all alone&lt;br /&gt;Relying, depending on no one&lt;br /&gt;Now look at what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could need you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could want you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could need you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could want you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;..the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lovin this song by marcos hernandez-the way i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-809061581757758346?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/809061581757758346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=809061581757758346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/809061581757758346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/809061581757758346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/10/way-i-do.html' title='the way i do.....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-8314288863845848844</id><published>2007-10-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:17:34.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love again??'/><title type='text'>the one?...love again??</title><content type='html'>Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, I only want to be your friend, one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves and misses you. We deserve something, and this is our tribute. Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change. We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him for while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us. Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again  waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days.  Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so  desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us  at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to  believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to SETTLE for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated. Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again. This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder "what if". This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine  about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire  conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better,  that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with  her, he didn't mean it. This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with. This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that "things were going too fast, he needs time." Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid  they felt. The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces  again. This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what  was going on, for fear of an "I told you so." The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, and their dreams again. We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who  would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave a crap about them. Here's for the time that he broke your heart again. This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. Here's for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better. This is for those confusing days, when you miss him,  and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass, sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt. Remember the times you cried, and how long it  took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. When "your song" comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the crap he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to. One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It's gonna hurt like crap!  And it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal. This is for those girls, who fell back in love with their ex, only to  get hurt all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that in time, it will heal...Just dance with the music, whether it goes too slow or too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*got this from a friend....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8314288863845848844?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8314288863845848844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=8314288863845848844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8314288863845848844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8314288863845848844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/10/onelove-again.html' title='the one?...love again??'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-177454390943834974</id><published>2007-10-06T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:33:31.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cello&apos;s TVC'/><title type='text'>Cello's Doughnuts TVC by soulmate:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="395" FLASHVARS="vidurl=http://images.lanaparcs.multiply.com/content/movie/lanaparcs:video:7/lanaparcs/7.flv/NMxxyQgHkEPKXA6SQQqqAA/flash&amp;vidlength=54&amp;numericid=7&amp;userid=lanaparcs&amp;baseurl=http://uuvgbgaa4ockoaimzwrfp1k.multiply.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sooo love it!! :) proud ako kay soulmate :) woohoo :D let's go eat cello's doughnuts with dips na!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-177454390943834974?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/177454390943834974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=177454390943834974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/177454390943834974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/177454390943834974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/10/cellos-doughnuts-tvc-by-soulmate.html' title='Cello&apos;s Doughnuts TVC by soulmate:)'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-2221468103434860433</id><published>2007-09-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:12:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is he a keeper test results!!! ouch! grabedad!! *shocked*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's a Loser!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/isheakeeperquiz/loser.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you putting up with this man's behavior?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he wooed you at first, but he's turned into a classic jerk&lt;br /&gt;And there's no telling how badly this could end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get out now, while you're thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;You can't change him, but he could change you for the worse&lt;br /&gt;Find a new guy, and find out what it's like for a man to put you first!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isheakeeperquiz/"&gt;Is He a Keeper?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2221468103434860433?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/isheakeeperquiz/' title='is he a keeper test results!!! 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It's not your place to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;And part of your loyalty means that you'll do a lot for your friends. You definitely go the extra mile.You'll even do great things for friends without them asking. After all, that's what friendship is all about.&lt;br /&gt;You are truly a friend for life. And you have friends you've known since you were a kid.Your friends can count on you to do a favor, remember a birthday, or just be there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Fickle people who change friends quickly&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-1109141554652678770?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/1109141554652678770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=1109141554652678770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1109141554652678770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/1109141554652678770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-makes-me-good-friend.html' title='what makes me a good friend :)'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-5702158337040082017</id><published>2007-09-16T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:40:23.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see..i'm not that bad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Attitude is Better than 60% of the Population&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/attitude-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/"&gt;How's" Your Attitude?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-5702158337040082017?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/' title='see..i&apos;m not that bad....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5702158337040082017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=5702158337040082017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5702158337040082017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5702158337040082017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/09/seeim-not-that-bad.html' title='see..i&apos;m not that bad....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-2949933201574286149</id><published>2007-09-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:36:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keys to my heart.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2949933201574286149?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/' title='keys to my heart.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2949933201574286149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=2949933201574286149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2949933201574286149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2949933201574286149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/09/keys-to-my-heart.html' title='keys to my heart.....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-9087894008305715987</id><published>2007-08-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:06:36.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness overcomes me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i never thought it would be this hard...f**king "cool off"...damn...i really thought this would help our relationship...but instead it made things even more complicated...why is it soo hard to love....why are there challenges that comes in a relationship..to make us stronger..yah but it makes us weak inside...but at least..i realized that he's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; part of my life... he has this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; impact in my heart..its really hard not to think of him and not to miss him when i really do.. he went to my house today...as much as i wanted to go down and hug him..i still stopped myself..."&lt;em&gt;its not yet time&lt;/em&gt;"...the right time will come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was really hurt when i saw his friendster status saying: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;its complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"....damn... ouch!.. never thought he could really put that there.. should you really tell the world that your relationship's complicated... are you that proud??....dont you believe that this will be over soon... are you tired of waiting?..isnt this or me worth the wait.... plus he also changed his interest and hobbies...i was included there before..but now im gone...do you want me out of your life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;damn...this will be over soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*just wanna thank my special friend for all the support u've given me... thanks for making me feel better..thanks for all the advice... thanks for all the encouraging words...thanks for everything...thanks for being a positive motivating force in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-9087894008305715987?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/9087894008305715987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=9087894008305715987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/9087894008305715987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/9087894008305715987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/sadness-overcomes-me.html' title='sadness overcomes me...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-8886392050832566600</id><published>2007-08-28T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:21:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raincoat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.music.yahoo.com/up/music/music/?rn=1301797&amp;vid=41324636&amp;amp;stationId=36674374&amp;curl=http%3A%2F%2Fmusic.yahoo.com%2Fpromo-29644410-159-20070321"&gt;http://video.music.yahoo.com/up/music/music/?rn=1301797&amp;amp;vid=41324636&amp;stationId=36674374&amp;amp;curl=http%3A%2F%2Fmusic.yahoo.com%2Fpromo-29644410-159-20070321&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Raindrops bang like rocks On my windowpane I thought they'd never stop Never see the sun again&lt;br /&gt;And I've been sleeping in For way too long Mmm, wake up, enough's enough Yeah, those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw out my raincoat Mmm, I hope it's all right Gonna go find me a rainbow And hang it up in the sky Blues pass me by&lt;br /&gt;You left me a wreck Just like a rusty trombone But some things, they just sting Enough to move you along, hey&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw out my raincoat Mmm, I hope it's all right Gonna go find me a rainbow And hang it up in the sky Blues pass me by Gonna go find me a rainbow And hang it up in the sky Blues, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna wait around I'm throwin' this old thing out, mmm, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw out my raincoat Mmm, I hope it's all right Gonna go find me a rainbow And hang it up in the sky Blues, blues, blues pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I don't need those blues hanging around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kelly-sweet.com/music.php"&gt;http://www.kelly-sweet.com/music.php&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;for more relaxing kelly sweet songs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*loving this song..makes me relax and forget all my problems...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8886392050832566600?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/8886392050832566600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=8886392050832566600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8886392050832566600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/8886392050832566600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/raincoat.html' title='raincoat'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-3154995226696107317</id><published>2007-08-28T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:36:45.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool off'/><title type='text'>cool off....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RtQyoteD5HI/AAAAAAAAACM/WvRAU4ib3hI/s1600-h/31_Teddies.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103759952699450482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RtQyoteD5HI/AAAAAAAAACM/WvRAU4ib3hI/s320/31_Teddies.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;so it finally came...the time where i can finally breathe...been kinda stressed from all my problems lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;so...for the first time..never thought this would happen to us.."cool off"...so not like us...but i think we need it..so we would miss each other and hopefully bring back our love for each other...i hate this but i need it..i just really hope this would help our relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;this is a really funny "cool off"...cuz we're gonna see each other this saturday....hahahha...it's just like four days..hahaha..but it's gonna be a record cuz we never really tried not communicating with each other even for just a day..that's why this is really hard to do...but i can do this...i need to do this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i wanna go out..i want to take my mind off this....grrr....need to be busy....dont wanna think bout this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*loving the drawings of jeff thomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;azuzephre rocks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-3154995226696107317?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3154995226696107317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=3154995226696107317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3154995226696107317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/3154995226696107317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/cool-off.html' title='cool off....'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RtQyoteD5HI/AAAAAAAAACM/WvRAU4ib3hI/s72-c/31_Teddies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-5145894956627847237</id><published>2007-08-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:20:48.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone'/><title type='text'>someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart- someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that I would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-5145894956627847237?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5145894956627847237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=5145894956627847237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5145894956627847237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5145894956627847237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/someone.html' title='someone...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-705031288236458421</id><published>2007-08-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:09:27.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>dance...</title><content type='html'>what happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents got mad at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; wake up so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; able to attend my first class...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;!...i was super tired because of our training the other night..we polished all the steps and everything..and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; able to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kagad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we talked on the phone bout our prob.... so i have like only three hours of sleep... :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERNOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my haircut today..i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know why...waahh..too expensive...then i had my nails done also...hahaha...then i ate only a sandwich for my lunch!! then we started getting ready for our dance...sprayed the pants with gold paint... fixed our costumes.....make-up...hair color!!!..etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1W5deD5FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pc-7NYhOy1w/s1600-h/Lana"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101829498043884626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1W5deD5FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pc-7NYhOy1w/s200/Lana%27s+picsies2467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1WqdeD5EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9lwEpm17Ecw/s1600-h/Lana"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1WfdeD5DI/AAAAAAAAABs/VmbSFOgTQhI/s1600-h/Lana"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101829051367285810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1WfdeD5DI/AAAAAAAAABs/VmbSFOgTQhI/s200/Lana%27s+picsies2466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1WQNeD5CI/AAAAAAAAABk/VaJaMjswjgs/s1600-h/Lana"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101828789374280738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1WQNeD5CI/AAAAAAAAABk/VaJaMjswjgs/s200/Lana%27s+picsies2464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVENING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANCE TIME!!!!!;b &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;.....lots of audience....waahhh..sooo fun..i love dancing... i love c*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;catt&lt;/span&gt;!!!! worth it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt; trainings...and even though my mum and mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; still happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; special friends came to watch!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yey&lt;/span&gt;..super fun...woohoo..billy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;crawford&lt;/span&gt;!! cheese!!..hahahaha....then ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; boy after...and hangout at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;roxi's&lt;/span&gt; place..then..home at last... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;waah&lt;/span&gt;..super tired...anyway..got another surprise...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... i love it..super...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1a99eD5GI/AAAAAAAAACE/O-jEjLFVZq4/s1600-h/Lana"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101833973399807074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1a99eD5GI/AAAAAAAAACE/O-jEjLFVZq4/s200/Lana%27s+picsies2483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fun fun fun..i wanna dance again..i love dancing... ;b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-705031288236458421?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/705031288236458421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=705031288236458421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/705031288236458421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/705031288236458421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/dance.html' title='dance...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rs1W5deD5FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pc-7NYhOy1w/s72-c/Lana%27s+picsies2467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-6154115024681069862</id><published>2007-08-21T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:11:06.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>HATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;damn it..i hate him..what is happening to us?..how can we continue this relationship if he keeps on hurting me with the things he says...why does he have to be so mean to me... why cant he love me the way he used to..or even more...am i not worth it?..is it soo difficult to make me happy?? that's my only requirement in our relationship and he cant even do it. im trying soo hard to hold on to this relationship...one more month and it's gonna be our 3rd anniversary...i just hope we're still together on that day...damn it..why is it soo hard to love him...i still want to..but... im getting tired of all his bullshits...arrggghhh.....haters....damn it...i dont know what to do...i wanna let go but i wanna hold on...i wanna cry but my heart is turning into stone...damn damn damn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-6154115024681069862?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6154115024681069862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=6154115024681069862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6154115024681069862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6154115024681069862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/hate.html' title='HATE'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-6785779322711201823</id><published>2007-08-21T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:05:34.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday was a fun-tiring-sad-ouch-happy day.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-6785779322711201823?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/6785779322711201823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=6785779322711201823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6785779322711201823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/6785779322711201823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmm_21.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-296927506769443443</id><published>2007-08-20T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:31:03.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southpark'/><title type='text'>Lana Parcs in Southpark!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rsh9I9eD4-I/AAAAAAAAABE/DeXru0ZRQHg/s1600-h/ANA+SP.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100464170890159074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rsh9I9eD4-I/AAAAAAAAABE/DeXru0ZRQHg/s320/ANA+SP.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE SOUTHPARK&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL...does she look like me?!?!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waahh can't believe ima southpark character!!!....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaha....woohoo....noticed the shirt??...hmmmm....wahahaha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comment please....hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-296927506769443443?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/296927506769443443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=296927506769443443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/296927506769443443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/296927506769443443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/lana-parcs-in-southpark.html' title='Lana Parcs in Southpark!!!'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/Rsh9I9eD4-I/AAAAAAAAABE/DeXru0ZRQHg/s72-c/ANA+SP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-3384640318218219207</id><published>2007-08-19T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:46:23.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild vaves productions®</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nN-AobzdkJE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nN-AobzdkJE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my gift to bes nung 18th bday nya.....hahaha....awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss wild vaves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed...hilig ko magpost ng vidz ngaun..haha....la lang...oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga manunuod ng vids: sorry kung di matino ung pagawa...di ako pro...hahaha...basta enjoy... ;b&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-3384640318218219207?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/3384640318218219207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=3384640318218219207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QtkzXQ5Y7MY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QtkzXQ5Y7MY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow...cant believe i made this...my first movie...ngayon ka na lang ulit nawatch...awww... waahh..the memories....shit...makes me cry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why cant we be like that again????....damn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2078930303930765445?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2078930303930765445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=2078930303930765445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2078930303930765445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/2078930303930765445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-story.html' title='A love story'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-720196535952712403</id><published>2007-08-17T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:30:56.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band practice song dance thanks'/><title type='text'>another day...</title><content type='html'>haaii..just got home from my practice with my band..waahh i soo missed them...the last time we practiced was months ago...hahaha...so fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...im soo happy..i already have the song that wer gonna dance for compet...yeah...waahahaha... it was soo hard to find..our choreo never tell us the song before the competition..but i figured it out..yeah!!!..its gonna be my little secret...wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no classes again tomorrow..yeah...hmm what will i do?..dont have plans yet but maybe wer gonna have another training in ccatt...blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..just wanna say thank you also to someone(you know who you are)...hahaha...thank you for being the reason of my happiness these days...and thank you for always being there for me...thanks for always giving me reasons to smile...thanks for everything...muah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..till next blog...cheerios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-720196535952712403?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/720196535952712403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=720196535952712403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RsXhideD44I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1TEKYFPSIRQ/s1600-h/Lana"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099730135209468802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_slH91zuz_RE/RsXhideD44I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1TEKYFPSIRQ/s320/Lana%27s+picsies2438.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's been a loooooonnnggg day today....very hectic schedule...im sooo tired...oh well.... we trained in ccatt today for our dance this wednesday....waahh billy crawford's going to our school and we're gonna dance after him...waahh...hmmm...everyone's welcome to watch...its in marian auditorium of miriam college... 50php...7pm...wahh..cant wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyway...we watched bourne today...i gave him a chance even though im still bitter..but it all turned out ok...i think...i can still see that im still sweeter than him..anyway...it was fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im so bummed out yesterday cuz i wasnt able to blog...grrr...but i had so much fun yesterday...i went to gateway with bea to buy her "fake" calculator...[labo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...hahaha..then meet up with bea we studied in coffee bean for our test the next day only to find out that classes were cancelled...grr...hahaha..so we went shopping!!!....shop till we drop...hahaha...oh well...im soo tired...need to rest..till next blog...cheerios!;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-8426414543090071507?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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make me forget that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh well..my mind's all messed up right now...from all the notes i've been studying...to the night visit of marc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...ahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...confusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;... need to pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...need HIS guidance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;speaking of HIM... i miss singing on our church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;need to praise Jesus again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;love unfailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;overtaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you take me in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;finding peace again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;fear is lost in all you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...hmm..hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-4508822409197946143?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/4508822409197946143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-2041728481618561196</id><published>2007-08-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:51:32.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love confusion'/><title type='text'>stuck..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To mean something to somebody is one of the greatest satisfactions in&lt;br /&gt;life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, falling in&lt;br /&gt;love with you was beyond my control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A kiss is just a kiss until you find the one you love.A hug is just a&lt;br /&gt;hug until its the one your thinking of.A dream is just a dream until you make it&lt;br /&gt;come true.Love is just a work until its proven to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;damn...what's happening to me...can't get you out of my head....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2041728481618561196?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2041728481618561196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=2041728481618561196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Ive become&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is someone you dont know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Ive become&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is someone who doesnt show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their feelings or their pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who doesnt let their tears fall like rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive become my own person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im no longer you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No longer pathetic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never knowing what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me who I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made me who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl in love with a guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who would for her, die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who holds her just because he can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who calls her beautiful not hot like most guys chant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who kisses her sweetly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who loves her unconditionally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who misses her so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who dreams about her no matter where he goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a girl who loves until her hearts content&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl who says I love you and it is meant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This girl is herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This girl has become someone you have not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This girl was yours or so you thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This girl is free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why cant you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This girl is me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-5882784711059695066?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/5882784711059695066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=5882784711059695066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5882784711059695066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/5882784711059695066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-ive-become.html' title='who i&apos;ve become...'/><author><name>lana parcs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914284826347476183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340069093281973609.post-7798169142984717940</id><published>2007-08-14T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:36:22.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet bitter prelims quote'/><title type='text'>sweet bitterness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im starting to love this blogging thing...hmm.. oh well.our prelims in advertising was moved to thursday..damn..have to study again...hmm..what about my title??...sweet bitterness..is there such a thing...i have no idea..its just what i feel today..sweet to someone..and bitter to someone..no need to mention who those someone's are... i was surfing the net when i found this quote that really struck me out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You make me feel wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and needed here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to have that feeling inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is well more then I can bare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hai..c'mon...anyway...forget 'bout it...hahaha..i  still have to study for my theo test..argh..prelims week.hate it... i miss saturday nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-7798169142984717940?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/7798169142984717940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=7798169142984717940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340069093281973609/posts/default/7798169142984717940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im so bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hate somebody right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway...gotta study for my prelims in advertising..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll figure this bloggy thingy laters..cheerios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340069093281973609-2805163592492342091?l=lanaparcs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanaparcs.blogspot.com/feeds/2805163592492342091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340069093281973609&amp;postID=2805163592492342091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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